tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-75265306633449445672012-02-10T07:03:21.123-08:00Poesías Invertidas para la liberación...Carlos Reyes Velásquezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03171023713983287299noreply@blogger.comBlogger1301100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7526530663344944567.post-75931339570288201482009-04-16T16:28:00.000-07:002009-04-16T16:31:09.821-07:00Soy el que espera a su invitada…<br /><br />No llegó ayer ni hoy <br /><br />Y mis manos andan vagabundas en los cuerpos de otras…<br /><br />Haciendo Rock ´n Roll hasta quemar la tierra y morir<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7526530663344944567-7593133957028820148?l=severaemancipacion.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Carlos Reyes Velásquezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03171023713983287299noreply@blogger.com23tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7526530663344944567.post-25701194004596504782009-03-30T10:46:00.000-07:002009-11-26T13:29:42.898-08:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qQxGPnxwjxc/SdEHE2dPHQI/AAAAAAAAAWI/o_Wfxi4A9PU/s1600-h/BLOGG.jpeg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319040414820277506" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 50px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 112px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qQxGPnxwjxc/SdEHE2dPHQI/AAAAAAAAAWI/o_Wfxi4A9PU/s400/BLOGG.jpeg" border="0" /></a>ENVIUDÓ UN VERSO<br /><br /><div>DE LA YAGA QUE AMANECE CON EL SOL<br /></div><br /><div></div><br /><div>ESCRIBO PARA DESAPARECER</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7526530663344944567-2570119400459650478?l=severaemancipacion.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Carlos Reyes Velásquezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03171023713983287299noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7526530663344944567.post-270587487070525412009-03-24T07:35:00.000-07:002009-03-24T08:23:54.515-07:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qQxGPnxwjxc/ScjzZph730I/AAAAAAAAAWA/yniaXyqDrxE/s1600-h/muerte+roja.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316766982081339202" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 68px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 218px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qQxGPnxwjxc/ScjzZph730I/AAAAAAAAAWA/yniaXyqDrxE/s400/muerte+roja.jpg" border="0" /></a>AFUERA EL MUNDO SE ANIQUILA SIN MI COMPASIÓN<br /><br />CORRO EL VELO ENSANGRENTADO<br />Y ME MASTURBO HASTA VOLAR<br /><br /><br />ANOCHE ME SAQUÉ LOS OJOS<br /><br /><br />Y LAS PAREDES VIEJAS<br />GUARDARON MI SILENCIO FRENTE A LA MUERTE<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7526530663344944567-27058748707052541?l=severaemancipacion.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Carlos Reyes Velásquezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03171023713983287299noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7526530663344944567.post-22356327350855107192009-03-19T20:29:00.001-07:002009-03-19T20:29:58.009-07:00ESTA NOCHE CAMINO SOLO<br /><br />LOS REBELDES SE COBIJARON EN LAS FALDAS DE LA CRISTIANDAD<br /><br />DUERMEN QUIETOS ALEJADOS DEL MUNDO<br /><br />Y NO ME ACOMPAÑAN A PRENDERLE FUEGO A LA CRUZ<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7526530663344944567-2235632735085510719?l=severaemancipacion.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Carlos Reyes Velásquezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03171023713983287299noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7526530663344944567.post-51764689838258141672009-02-23T09:19:00.000-08:002009-02-23T09:29:01.220-08:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qQxGPnxwjxc/SaLcRMdLckI/AAAAAAAAAV4/L_nw6P6UuiE/s1600-h/BLOG.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306045498955362882" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 51px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 156px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qQxGPnxwjxc/SaLcRMdLckI/AAAAAAAAAV4/L_nw6P6UuiE/s400/BLOG.jpg" border="0" /></a>HOY ERES UNA LÍNEA QUE AMANECE NUBLADA<br /><br />PRONTO TE ACURRUCAS EN MIS CICATRICES<br /><br />YA BEBES DE MI SANGRE Y COMBATES AL SILENCIO<br /><br /><br />¡TÚ Y YO NOS ODIAMOS TANTO, MALDITA POESÍA!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7526530663344944567-5176468983825814167?l=severaemancipacion.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Carlos Reyes Velásquezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03171023713983287299noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7526530663344944567.post-16652958260633167502009-02-18T22:20:00.000-08:002009-11-26T08:40:36.203-08:00ME ODIO A MI MISMO<br />ME ODIO A MI MISMO ANTES DEL AMANECER<br /><br />SOY UN SEPULTURERO DE POEMAS<br /><br />LOS ENTIERRO PARA CLAVARLOS EN UN HOYO ARDIENTE DE LA HISTORIA<br /><br /><br />ME ODIO A MI MISMO<br /><br />Y SÓLO DOY LA VIDA POR MI<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7526530663344944567-1665295826063316750?l=severaemancipacion.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Carlos Reyes Velásquezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03171023713983287299noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7526530663344944567.post-8387529713239254542009-02-17T10:42:00.000-08:002009-02-17T10:50:18.724-08:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qQxGPnxwjxc/SZsFgEB8zSI/AAAAAAAAAVw/8N2DmHt8ZXI/s1600-h/BLOG.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303839034554764578" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 38px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 93px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qQxGPnxwjxc/SZsFgEB8zSI/AAAAAAAAAVw/8N2DmHt8ZXI/s400/BLOG.jpg" border="0" /></a>¡OH...<br /><br />noble caricia despiadada!<br /><br />¿Cómo hago para amarla como tú la amas al despertar?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7526530663344944567-838752971323925454?l=severaemancipacion.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Carlos Reyes Velásquezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03171023713983287299noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7526530663344944567.post-27873958518101367392009-02-03T21:03:00.000-08:002009-02-03T21:09:21.780-08:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qQxGPnxwjxc/SYkiPEjaFNI/AAAAAAAAAVo/irhcFrQkrWU/s1600-h/CA2IXUNQCA9RT18GCAWAWCWSCAEW8BNECAAZGQRWCAZT8GW3CAD7XKC6CAD7LUO0CAQRT1LCCAQLSB9RCAIIC795CAMIB46YCAQIMST9CAEWP8BJCAA5G4QWCA1610DMCAPGF836CA5BN71DCAVN3HMN.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298804078893733074" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 73px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 135px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qQxGPnxwjxc/SYkiPEjaFNI/AAAAAAAAAVo/irhcFrQkrWU/s400/CA2IXUNQCA9RT18GCAWAWCWSCAEW8BNECAAZGQRWCAZT8GW3CAD7XKC6CAD7LUO0CAQRT1LCCAQLSB9RCAIIC795CAMIB46YCAQIMST9CAEWP8BJCAA5G4QWCA1610DMCAPGF836CA5BN71DCAVN3HMN.jpg" border="0" /></a>TE ENCONTRÉ EN UNA CANCIÓN<br /><br />IBAS VESTIDA DE PÓLVORA<br /><br />LA NOCHE Y EL VINO ME ENAMORARON<br /><br />TÚ ME REGALAS SUEÑOS<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7526530663344944567-2787395851810136739?l=severaemancipacion.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Carlos Reyes Velásquezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03171023713983287299noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7526530663344944567.post-79411071800161748192009-01-11T21:40:00.000-08:002009-01-11T21:41:53.302-08:00Odio los poetas...<br /><br />Odio como cruzan sus piernas y beben de su propio semen...<br />Odio como cargan cruces ajenas y compran marcas de imitación...<br />Odio su sonrisa imbécil con pretensión de intelectualidad...<br /><br />Odio a los poetas...<br /><br />Pues ya no hablan con los muertos<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7526530663344944567-7941107180016174819?l=severaemancipacion.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Carlos Reyes Velásquezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03171023713983287299noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7526530663344944567.post-12222049811504790022008-12-18T07:06:00.000-08:002009-11-26T08:50:00.195-08:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qQxGPnxwjxc/SUpoelLLmTI/AAAAAAAAAVA/ReNNBIjTANA/s1600-h/DESPRECIO+PU%C3%91O.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281148387629701426" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 86px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 132px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qQxGPnxwjxc/SUpoelLLmTI/AAAAAAAAAVA/ReNNBIjTANA/s400/DESPRECIO+PU%C3%91O.jpg" border="0" /></a>Dibujo una tragedia<br />Caen manos auto-flageladas por la compasión<br />Estrategia de formación de fracasados<br />Los insulsos nos conocen las lágrimas<br /><br /><br />El sistema no las fabrica<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7526530663344944567-1222204981150479002?l=severaemancipacion.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Carlos Reyes Velásquezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03171023713983287299noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7526530663344944567.post-64638437490441268592008-12-12T13:55:00.000-08:002009-11-26T08:48:31.847-08:00HOY PARIÓ UN POEMA DECAPITADO<br /><br />EL CIELO NOS DECORA CON SU SANGRE MUERTA<br />Y YO PERDÍ MI SOMBRA<br /><br />¡ERES UNA VÍCTIMA SIN POSIBILIDAD DE RUINA!<br />MIRASTE DESDE TU PROPIO TIEMPO Y TU BONDAD TE ANIQUILÓ<br /><br />MI ODIO ES ENTREGARTE DEMASIADA IMPORTANCIA<br /><br />TU SEPULTURA... SERÁ MI INDIFERENCIA...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7526530663344944567-6463843749044126859?l=severaemancipacion.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Carlos Reyes Velásquezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03171023713983287299noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7526530663344944567.post-29638261405789178502008-12-02T06:15:00.000-08:002009-11-26T08:50:50.125-08:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qQxGPnxwjxc/STVDvgpVBoI/AAAAAAAAAUw/O8LV0JV6POk/s1600-h/manoshh.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275197022030595714" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 66px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 111px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qQxGPnxwjxc/STVDvgpVBoI/AAAAAAAAAUw/O8LV0JV6POk/s400/manoshh.jpg" border="0" /></a>ABRO LAS MANOS<br /><br /><br />Y VEO A LA PUTA<br /><br />EXCOMULGANDO A DIOS<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7526530663344944567-2963826140578917850?l=severaemancipacion.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Carlos Reyes Velásquezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03171023713983287299noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7526530663344944567.post-74227446979738009372008-11-04T13:53:00.000-08:002009-11-26T19:54:39.830-08:00VINO...<br />ESQUIZOFRENIA...<br />CLASISMO...<br /><br />EN ATAQUE ZOMBIE<br />VIEJAS SIN SEMEN<br />INVOCAN PAUPÉRRIMAS<br />EL SILENCIO DEL GAS<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7526530663344944567-7422744697973800937?l=severaemancipacion.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Carlos Reyes Velásquezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03171023713983287299noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7526530663344944567.post-86140249258971436062008-10-30T09:18:00.000-07:002008-10-31T14:23:26.344-07:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qQxGPnxwjxc/SQnjCVsu-YI/AAAAAAAAAUo/goBkMC8IzJE/s1600-h/MIR%C3%93.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262987268883151234" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 58px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 92px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qQxGPnxwjxc/SQnjCVsu-YI/AAAAAAAAAUo/goBkMC8IzJE/s400/MIR%C3%93.jpg" border="0" /></a>CADA VEZ QUE ME MIRA A LOS OJOS<br /><br />CIERRO LOS MÍOS<br /><br />PARA GUARDARLA EN ALGÚN LUGAR DE MI ESTUPIDEZ<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7526530663344944567-8614024925897143606?l=severaemancipacion.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Carlos Reyes Velásquezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03171023713983287299noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7526530663344944567.post-28944775648501748812008-10-27T07:18:00.001-07:002008-10-27T07:24:03.638-07:00Odio los poetas...<br /><br />Odio como cruzan sus piernas y beben de su propio semen...<br /><br />Odio como cargan cruces ajenas y compran marcas de imitación...<br /><br />Odio su sonrisa imbécil con pretensión de intelectualidad...<br /><br /><br />Odio a los poetas...<br /><br />Pues ya no hablan con los muertos<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7526530663344944567-2894477564850174881?l=severaemancipacion.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Carlos Reyes Velásquezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03171023713983287299noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7526530663344944567.post-19487831647279590462008-10-24T08:10:00.000-07:002009-11-26T08:54:54.143-08:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qQxGPnxwjxc/SQHosLeoPzI/AAAAAAAAAUY/mTHzaXvP6BM/s1600-h/memoria+SUBROGADA.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260741685438594866" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 83px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qQxGPnxwjxc/SQHosLeoPzI/AAAAAAAAAUY/mTHzaXvP6BM/s400/memoria+SUBROGADA.jpg" border="0" /></a>VIOLÉ MIS MORALEJAS<br /><br /><br />Y ME QUEDÉ AHÍ<br />COMO UN IMBÉCIL<br /><br /><br />SIN HACER NADA<br /><br /><br />SINTIENDO CULPA SIN SER CRISTIANO<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7526530663344944567-1948783164727959046?l=severaemancipacion.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Carlos Reyes Velásquezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03171023713983287299noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7526530663344944567.post-2074310568799320312008-10-20T09:09:00.000-07:002008-10-20T09:17:52.395-07:00AFUERA EL MUNDO SE ANIQUILA SIN MI COMPASIÓN<br /><br />CORRO EL VELO ENSANGRENTADO<br />Y ME MASTURBO HASTA VOLAR<br /><br /><br />ANOCHE ME SAQUÉ LOS OJOS...<br /><br /><br />Y LAS PAREDES VIEJAS<br />GUARDARON MI SILENCIO FRENTE A LA MUERTE<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7526530663344944567-207431056879932031?l=severaemancipacion.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Carlos Reyes Velásquezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03171023713983287299noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7526530663344944567.post-85317498678602331102008-10-18T10:40:00.000-07:002009-11-26T08:56:23.040-08:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qQxGPnxwjxc/SPohBWvTFgI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/-syAlivpSuA/s1600-h/blood+death.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258551822076024322" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 92px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 220px" height="194" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qQxGPnxwjxc/SPohBWvTFgI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/-syAlivpSuA/s400/blood+death.jpg" width="118" border="0" /></a>Mi máquina de escribir cayó por las escaleras<br />Y yo perdí mi decoro<br /><br />Cada vez que voy por él<br />Un clítoris cercano se humedece<br />Y la punta de mis versos<br />Siembra desadaptados años en explosión<br /><br />El último trago es lúcido y buen amigo<br /><br />Pues sabe a color eterno de muerte y Rock ´n Roll<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7526530663344944567-8531749867860233110?l=severaemancipacion.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Carlos Reyes Velásquezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03171023713983287299noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7526530663344944567.post-77230214330153857472008-10-14T08:20:00.000-07:002009-11-26T19:55:38.210-08:00SOY MI GUITARRA<br /><br />SOY UN POEMA QUE SIGUE SOÑANDO<br /><br /><br />Y NO QUIERO UN ESTADIO MULTITUDINARIO <br /><br />SINO SÓLO UN PEQUEÑO ESCENARIO EN QUE TE PUEDA VER EL ROSTRO<br /><br />¡EL TUYO Y CADA UNO DE LOS ROSTROS!<br /><br /><br />PUES TODOS MORIREMOS JÓVENES<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7526530663344944567-7723021433015385747?l=severaemancipacion.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Carlos Reyes Velásquezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03171023713983287299noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7526530663344944567.post-57254504113183351182008-10-09T08:48:00.000-07:002008-10-09T08:55:48.852-07:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qQxGPnxwjxc/SO4oUWWsKbI/AAAAAAAAAUI/H3RHn7jnUBI/s1600-h/l%C3%A1pidas.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255182145251191218" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 92px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px" height="300" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qQxGPnxwjxc/SO4oUWWsKbI/AAAAAAAAAUI/H3RHn7jnUBI/s400/l%C3%A1pidas.jpg" width="137" border="0" /></a>HABLÉ CON EL MAR...<br /><div></div><br /><div>ANOCHE...</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>CUANDO COMIÓ DE MIS MANOS</div><br /><div></div><div>Y NOS EMBORRACHAMOS SOBRE TU SUCIA LÁPIDA</div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div>LUEGO VOMITÉ</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7526530663344944567-5725450411318335118?l=severaemancipacion.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Carlos Reyes Velásquezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03171023713983287299noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7526530663344944567.post-37447416773225034652008-10-07T09:32:00.000-07:002009-11-26T08:58:14.106-08:00HOY PARIÓ UN POEMA DECAPITADO<br /><br />EL CIELO NOS DECORA CON SU SANGRE MUERTA<br />Y YO PERDÍ MI SOMBRA<br /><br />¡ERES UNA VÍCTIMA SIN POSIBILIDAD DE RUINA!<br /><br />MIRASTE DESDE TU PROPIO TIEMPO<br />Y TU BONDAD TE ANIQUILÓ<br /><br />MI ODIO ES ENTREGARTE DEMASIADA IMPORTANCIA<br /><br />TU SEPULTURA... SERÁ MI INDIFERENCIA...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7526530663344944567-3744741677322503465?l=severaemancipacion.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Carlos Reyes Velásquezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03171023713983287299noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7526530663344944567.post-43184746212122991402008-10-01T12:46:00.000-07:002008-10-01T21:30:41.212-07:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qQxGPnxwjxc/SOPVTBv4jiI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/ju7ggPYoTuk/s1600-h/muerte.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252276113307635234" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 98px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 224px" height="173" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qQxGPnxwjxc/SOPVTBv4jiI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/ju7ggPYoTuk/s400/muerte.jpg" width="150" border="0" /></a>La Antología de Poetas Noveles del sur de Chile sale a mediados de Octubre.<br />La última información recibida dio cuenta, de: 12 autores incluidos en un volumen de 150 páginas, empastado a mano, con Casa Editorial Pobre Cabro, y en "tirada" de cuatrocientos ejemplares, cuya presentación será en acto institucional patrocinado por la Universidad de La Frontera.<br />Los mantendré al tanto (la obra individual sale en enero de 2009).<br /><br />Agradezco la preocupación por ambos proyectos, amigos míos…<br />Un fuerte abrazo y Severa Emancipación!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7526530663344944567-4318474621212299140?l=severaemancipacion.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Carlos Reyes Velásquezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03171023713983287299noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7526530663344944567.post-72907662658873890242008-09-25T09:17:00.000-07:002008-09-25T09:18:36.436-07:00Odio los poetas...<br /><br />Odio como cruzan sus piernas y beben de su propio semen...<br /><br />Odio como cargan cruces ajenas y compran marcas de imitación...<br /><br />Odio su sonrisa imbécil con pretensión de intelectualidad...<br /><br /><br />Odio a los poetas...<br /><br />Pues ya no hablan con los muertos...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7526530663344944567-7290766265887389024?l=severaemancipacion.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Carlos Reyes Velásquezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03171023713983287299noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7526530663344944567.post-28645895705605534582008-09-24T09:40:00.000-07:002009-11-26T19:30:43.864-08:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qQxGPnxwjxc/SNpt3J_GIvI/AAAAAAAAAPA/tqBIIcABqGs/s1600-h/poema+nuevo.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249629109994529522" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 92px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 222px" height="218" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qQxGPnxwjxc/SNpt3J_GIvI/AAAAAAAAAPA/tqBIIcABqGs/s400/poema+nuevo.jpg" width="92" border="0" /></a>ME DESPERTÉ EN UN SEGUNDO PÓSTUMO<br /><br /><div>Y LOS VI AHÍ<br /></div><br /><div></div><br /><div>MIS VERSOS NO DESCANZAN EN PAZ<br /></div><br /><div></div><br /><div>SE REVUELCAN Y DEFECAN<br /></div><br /><div>MIRANDO A DIOS</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7526530663344944567-2864589570560553458?l=severaemancipacion.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Carlos Reyes Velásquezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03171023713983287299noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7526530663344944567.post-39880654758182068002008-09-12T00:16:00.000-07:002009-11-26T19:32:26.550-08:00TUS SUEÑOS SE VENDIERON POR UN PAR DE PESOS<br />NUNCA FUISTE HUMANO<br /><br />LA VERDAD ES QUE NACISTE MUERTO<br /><br /><br />VI LAS CALLES RETROCEDER<br />AVERGONZADAS<br /><br />CONSERVADORES MITOS DEL PUDOR<br />PRODUCCIÓN DE “MEAOS”<br /><br />NATURALIZAN<br /><br />LA PERPETUACIÓN DE LA ESCLAVITUD<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7526530663344944567-3988065475818206800?l=severaemancipacion.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Carlos Reyes Velásquezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03171023713983287299noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7526530663344944567.post-50607143184450392542008-09-01T15:34:00.000-07:002008-09-01T15:39:05.928-07:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qQxGPnxwjxc/SLxuVYMpRLI/AAAAAAAAAO4/bXdxQjU14g8/s1600-h/eyac.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241185379904210098" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 67px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 156px" height="148" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qQxGPnxwjxc/SLxuVYMpRLI/AAAAAAAAAO4/bXdxQjU14g8/s400/eyac.jpg" width="135" border="0" /></a>HOY ERES UNA LÍNEA QUE AMANECE NUBLADA<br /><br />PRONTO TE ACURRUCAS EN MIS CICATRICES<br /><br />YA BEBES DE MI SANGRE<br />Y COMBATES AL SILENCIO<br /><br />¡TÚ Y YO NOS ODIAMOS TANTO, MALDITA POESÍA!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7526530663344944567-5060714318445039254?l=severaemancipacion.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Carlos Reyes Velásquezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03171023713983287299noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7526530663344944567.post-71882975640015862722008-08-26T12:12:00.000-07:002008-08-26T12:13:51.007-07:00TE ENCONTRÉ EN UNA CANCIÓN<br /><br />IBAS VESTIDA DE PÓLVORA<br /><br />LA NOCHE Y EL VINO ME ENAMORARON<br /><br />TÚ ME REGALAS SUEÑOS<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7526530663344944567-7188297564001586272?l=severaemancipacion.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Carlos Reyes Velásquezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03171023713983287299noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7526530663344944567.post-37573756672724358542008-08-22T10:18:00.000-07:002008-08-22T10:23:09.442-07:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qQxGPnxwjxc/SK71X_wYG7I/AAAAAAAAAOw/phGxx5OFzjA/s1600-h/CALT50ZTCAARMLH6CA256PVBCA5J4U09CAK7PJ6GCAFRUGUGCASLT4V9CAD6SWYWCA5RF4UHCA133TBGCAKB6E79CAESE3GCCAFXG28ECAOIPDECCAZ4YOR8CAE57E5ICAOW2KMTCAEZXH2ZCAU1CW7W.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237393209278602162" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 86px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 178px" height="122" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qQxGPnxwjxc/SK71X_wYG7I/AAAAAAAAAOw/phGxx5OFzjA/s400/CALT50ZTCAARMLH6CA256PVBCA5J4U09CAK7PJ6GCAFRUGUGCASLT4V9CAD6SWYWCA5RF4UHCA133TBGCAKB6E79CAESE3GCCAFXG28ECAOIPDECCAZ4YOR8CAE57E5ICAOW2KMTCAEZXH2ZCAU1CW7W.jpg" width="130" border="0" /></a>ESTA NOCHE CAMINO SOLO<br /><br />LOS REBELDES SE COBIJARON EN LAS FALDAS DE LA CRISTIANDAD<br /><br />DUERMEN QUIETOS ALEJADOS DEL MUNDO<br /><br />Y NO ME ACOMPAÑAN A PRENDERLE FUEGO A LA CRUZ<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7526530663344944567-3757375667272435854?l=severaemancipacion.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Carlos Reyes Velásquezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03171023713983287299noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7526530663344944567.post-63476020253681898142008-08-19T09:23:00.000-07:002009-11-26T19:33:54.394-08:00¡EN QUÉ ME HE CONVERTIDO!<br /><br />TRES BAGAJES CRÍPTICOS<br />UNA ACUSACIÓN Y UN PUÑAL<br /><br /><br />FETICHE AMABLE ENTRE<br />EL ECO DE LA ESQUIZOFRENIA<br /><br />A VECES<br />EL ÚNICO MODO DE LLEGAR A CASA<br />ES AQUEL SEGUNDO PÓSTUMO QUE HEREDA UNA SOGA,<br />UNA VIGA Y UN FUSIL<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7526530663344944567-6347602025368189814?l=severaemancipacion.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Carlos Reyes Velásquezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03171023713983287299noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7526530663344944567.post-36739532261798023062008-08-17T08:20:00.000-07:002009-11-26T19:47:21.065-08:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qQxGPnxwjxc/SKhCajGOjnI/AAAAAAAAAOI/F4ezqv0lQ_M/s1600-h/explosi%C3%B3n+nuclear.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235507590683594354" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 83px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 162px" height="164" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qQxGPnxwjxc/SKhCajGOjnI/AAAAAAAAAOI/F4ezqv0lQ_M/s400/explosi%C3%B3n+nuclear.jpg" width="143" border="0" /></a>Mi primera novela ocurrió cuando tenía 14 años<br /><br />La conocí, nos emborrachamos y fornicamos dos días seguidos<br /><br />¡Aún recuerdo su pelo al viento!<br /><br />Estaba en el lugar indicado<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7526530663344944567-3673953226179802306?l=severaemancipacion.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Carlos Reyes Velásquezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03171023713983287299noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7526530663344944567.post-16938958523468319102008-08-12T09:22:00.000-07:002009-11-26T19:50:07.998-08:00AFUERA EL MUNDO SE ANIQUILA SIN MI COMPASIÓN<br /><br />CORRO EL VELO ENSANGRENTADO<br /><br />Y ME MASTURBO HASTA VOLAR<br /><br /><br />ANOCHE ME SAQUÉ LOS OJOS<br /><br />Y LAS PAREDES VIEJAS<br /><br />GUARDARON MI SILENCIO FRENTE A LA MUERTE<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7526530663344944567-1693895852346831910?l=severaemancipacion.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Carlos Reyes Velásquezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03171023713983287299noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7526530663344944567.post-35825292752975928662008-08-11T06:54:00.000-07:002008-08-11T06:59:35.416-07:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qQxGPnxwjxc/SKBFD3pjtvI/AAAAAAAAAOA/3NKOEoo_Bv4/s1600-h/CAZCAWAMCAYFFSYBCAVC71R9CAUEQ8RWCAQ28TQACAZCRXWMCAD9KO1SCAMS9W7FCA37C7ABCACIUXYACANE2C4ICATU43UQCAAC1HXXCANP7TRKCA5PEKN0CAJQHPJPCA3VUN8KCAKVJ2UBCANRE8C6.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233258699784697586" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 76px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 161px" height="144" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qQxGPnxwjxc/SKBFD3pjtvI/AAAAAAAAAOA/3NKOEoo_Bv4/s400/CAZCAWAMCAYFFSYBCAVC71R9CAUEQ8RWCAQ28TQACAZCRXWMCAD9KO1SCAMS9W7FCA37C7ABCACIUXYACANE2C4ICATU43UQCAAC1HXXCANP7TRKCA5PEKN0CAJQHPJPCA3VUN8KCAKVJ2UBCANRE8C6.jpg" width="103" border="0" /></a>La poesía y yo tenemos un secreto<br /><br />Pero es una maldita idiota<br /><br />Cubre sus espinillas con la traición a sus esclavos<br />Y su sudor agrio decora lunas aburridas<br /><br />Me desharé de ti...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7526530663344944567-3582529275297592866?l=severaemancipacion.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Carlos Reyes Velásquezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03171023713983287299noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7526530663344944567.post-9595702253143243422008-08-08T00:15:00.000-07:002008-08-08T00:17:25.288-07:00Odio los poetas...<br /><br />Odio como cruzan sus piernas y beben de su propio semen...<br /><br />Odio como cargan cruces ajenas y compran marcas de imitación...<br /><br />Odio su sonrisa imbécil con pretensión de intelectualidad...<br /><br /><br />Odio a los poetas...<br /><br /><br />Pues ya no hablan con los muertos...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7526530663344944567-959570225314324342?l=severaemancipacion.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Carlos Reyes Velásquezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03171023713983287299noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7526530663344944567.post-58826001023022651232008-08-06T10:21:00.001-07:002009-11-26T19:51:32.827-08:00<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231456365947724882" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 96px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 133px" height="137" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qQxGPnxwjxc/SJnd2O5FJFI/AAAAAAAAAN4/tZdIDIIRubU/s400/DESPRECIO+PU%C3%91O.jpg" width="106" border="0" /><strong>DESPRECIO LA VIDA Y ME ALEJO<br /></strong><br /><strong><br /></strong><br /><strong>NECESITO VOLAR<br /></strong><br /><strong>NO AMOR DE SANGUIJUELAS</strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7526530663344944567-5882600102302265123?l=severaemancipacion.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Carlos Reyes Velásquezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03171023713983287299noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7526530663344944567.post-80523010277089570802008-08-04T08:53:00.001-07:002009-11-26T19:52:34.943-08:00ME ODIO A MI MISMO<br /><br />ME ODIO A MI MISMO ANTES DEL AMANECER<br /><br />SOY UN SEPULTURERO DE POEMAS<br /><br />LOS ENTIERRO PARA CLAVARLOS EN UN HOYO ARDIENTE DE LA HISTORIA<br /><br /><br />ME ODIO A MI MISMO<br /><br /><br />Y SÓLO DOY LA VIDA POR MI<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7526530663344944567-8052301027708957080?l=severaemancipacion.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Carlos Reyes Velásquezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03171023713983287299noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7526530663344944567.post-86283663157119117132008-08-04T08:31:00.000-07:002009-11-26T19:53:10.507-08:00<a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qQxGPnxwjxc/SJcjWHSCBgI/AAAAAAAAANw/n7lQSjq6KpY/s1600-h/manoshh.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230688355032892930" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 86px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 153px" height="190" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qQxGPnxwjxc/SJcjWHSCBgI/AAAAAAAAANw/n7lQSjq6KpY/s400/manoshh.jpg" width="124" border="0" /></a>ABRO LAS MANOS<br /><br /><br />Y VEO A LA PUTA<br /><br /><br /><br />EXCOMULGANDO A DIOS<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7526530663344944567-8628366315711911713?l=severaemancipacion.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Carlos Reyes Velásquezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03171023713983287299noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7526530663344944567.post-66084409604741548002008-07-31T13:07:00.000-07:002008-07-31T13:08:53.630-07:00HABLÉ CON EL MAR...<br /><br />ANOCHE...<br /><br /><br />CUANDO COMIÓ DE MIS MANOS<br /><br />Y NOS EMBORRACHAMOS SOBRE TU SUCIA LÁPIDA<br /><br /><br />LUEGO VOMITÉ<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7526530663344944567-6608440960474154800?l=severaemancipacion.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Carlos Reyes Velásquezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03171023713983287299noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7526530663344944567.post-71076891971601923652008-07-17T12:39:00.000-07:002008-07-17T13:14:57.657-07:00<a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qQxGPnxwjxc/SH-nDhvcWmI/AAAAAAAAANY/OcyAp8zIwrE/s1600-h/CAK4AY5ICA4NZ66WCAEVFHE0CA8XL9ZFCAO2HFTQCAYY3WE3CAWL86VHCA02CWGMCAARLQ2RCAKVVQTICA2KD54JCAPE4SYLCANSMEYUCAP6FEONCAHAZV94CA9E9XAHCAS6II93CA3ZR6VOCATPKSLY.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224077771811871330" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 88px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 181px" height="178" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qQxGPnxwjxc/SH-nDhvcWmI/AAAAAAAAANY/OcyAp8zIwrE/s400/CAK4AY5ICA4NZ66WCAEVFHE0CA8XL9ZFCAO2HFTQCAYY3WE3CAWL86VHCA02CWGMCAARLQ2RCAKVVQTICA2KD54JCAPE4SYLCANSMEYUCAP6FEONCAHAZV94CA9E9XAHCAS6II93CA3ZR6VOCATPKSLY.jpg" width="100" border="0" /></a>Amigos... gracias a todos quienes preguntan por Severa Emancipación. Sus expresiones de aliento, siempre convocan el surgimiento de "nuevos viajes"...<br /><div><div><div><div></div><br /><div>MUY PRONTO noticias sobre preparativos finales de la obra...</div><br /><div>Un fuerte abrazo!</div></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7526530663344944567-7107689197160192365?l=severaemancipacion.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Carlos Reyes Velásquezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03171023713983287299noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7526530663344944567.post-62969035894156574192008-07-15T09:55:00.001-07:002008-07-15T09:56:49.034-07:00HOY PARIÓ UN POEMA DECAPITADO<br /><br />EL CIELO NOS DECORA CON SU SANGRE MUERTA<br />Y YO PERDÍ MI SOMBRA<br /><br />¡ERES UNA VÍCTIMA SIN POSIBILIDAD DE RUINA!<br /><br />MIRASTE DESDE TU PROPIO TIEMPO<br />Y TU BONDAD TE ANIQUILÓ<br /><br />MI ODIO ES ENTREGARTE DEMASIADA IMPORTANCIA...<br /><br />TU SEPULTURA... SERÁ MI INDIFERENCIA...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7526530663344944567-6296903589415657419?l=severaemancipacion.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Carlos Reyes Velásquezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03171023713983287299noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7526530663344944567.post-36344105663300344962008-07-09T00:33:00.000-07:002008-07-09T00:45:53.684-07:00<a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qQxGPnxwjxc/SHRqyEaxzzI/AAAAAAAAAMw/DPKl8nCvQDk/s1600-h/CA7UDW4DCAIM0ID9CA8FNNKICAO6OHAECAEHQS8KCASO27R4CA8B6K71CATKLHLRCAQ10A3BCAB2GGUYCAHHG0O8CADMGBZ6CAGJF9UOCAIAE9L6CA2OW71MCA2HYGFHCAOQLB7QCA099NU2CAA57VA6.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220915276441308978" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 97px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 197px" height="214" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qQxGPnxwjxc/SHRqyEaxzzI/AAAAAAAAAMw/DPKl8nCvQDk/s320/CA7UDW4DCAIM0ID9CA8FNNKICAO6OHAECAEHQS8KCASO27R4CA8B6K71CATKLHLRCAQ10A3BCAB2GGUYCAHHG0O8CADMGBZ6CAGJF9UOCAIAE9L6CA2OW71MCA2HYGFHCAOQLB7QCA099NU2CAA57VA6.jpg" width="92" border="0" /></a>ME DESPERTÉ EN UN SEGUNDO PÓSTUMO<br /><br /><div><div></div><div>Y LOS VI AHÍ...</div><br /><br /><div></div><div></div><div>MIS VERSOS NO DESCANZAN EN PAZ...</div><div></div><br /><div></div><div></div><div></div><div>SE REVUELCAN Y DEFECAN...</div><div></div><br /><div>MIRANDO A DIOS...</div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7526530663344944567-3634410566330034496?l=severaemancipacion.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Carlos Reyes Velásquezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03171023713983287299noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7526530663344944567.post-55963795352860628472008-07-08T12:14:00.000-07:002008-07-08T12:29:51.215-07:00AFUERA EL MUNDO SE ANIQUILA SIN MI COMPASIÓN<br /><br />CORRO EL VELO ENSANGRENTADO<br />Y ME MASTURBO HASTA VOLAR<br /><br />ANOCHE ME SAQUÉ LOS OJOS...<br /><br />Y LAS PAREDES VIEJAS<br /><br />GUARDARON MI SILENCIO FRENTE A LA MUERTE<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7526530663344944567-5596379535286062847?l=severaemancipacion.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Carlos Reyes Velásquezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03171023713983287299noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7526530663344944567.post-87485640745376724812008-07-07T09:13:00.000-07:002009-11-26T19:37:23.443-08:00<a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qQxGPnxwjxc/SHJBMNC0yrI/AAAAAAAAAMU/meMt1OrZXSY/s1600-h/CAU03Q1CCAA5611WCATQC6V2CAJSIXG5CAMQXD5ICAW8EWBTCAU00693CAI234CGCAAJT7HNCAEJXEYTCACIAAG1CAY1XJTRCA81AIG1CA617FXTCA2S1V00CA63WTK0CAVFT7YZCAKT0QNYCAAXCV1G.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220306595991571122" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 96px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 158px" height="160" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qQxGPnxwjxc/SHJBMNC0yrI/AAAAAAAAAMU/meMt1OrZXSY/s320/CAU03Q1CCAA5611WCATQC6V2CAJSIXG5CAMQXD5ICAW8EWBTCAU00693CAI234CGCAAJT7HNCAEJXEYTCACIAAG1CAY1XJTRCA81AIG1CA617FXTCA2S1V00CA63WTK0CAVFT7YZCAKT0QNYCAAXCV1G.jpg" width="87" border="0" /></a>TÚ CAES CONTRA EL SUELO,<br /><div>TE PATEO Y LUEGO MUERES</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>MIS VERSOS AZOTAN LA TIERRA </div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Y LA PARTEN EN DOS</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7526530663344944567-8748564074537672481?l=severaemancipacion.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Carlos Reyes Velásquezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03171023713983287299noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7526530663344944567.post-61234865119896332472008-07-05T13:04:00.000-07:002008-07-05T13:05:56.565-07:00EN TUS MANOS HABITA UN PUEBLO ENSANGRENTADO...<br /><br />QUIERO ESTRECHARLO FUERTE Y MATARLOS A TODOS<br /><br /><br />LUEGO TE EXTRANGULARÉ CON CALMA Y ME VERÁS REÍR<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7526530663344944567-6123486511989633247?l=severaemancipacion.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Carlos Reyes Velásquezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03171023713983287299noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7526530663344944567.post-3912049433349939502008-07-02T20:25:00.000-07:002008-07-02T20:34:19.602-07:00<a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qQxGPnxwjxc/SGxHMe8ZzBI/AAAAAAAAAMM/RHKo_PMp1lc/s1600-h/blog.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218624348005977106" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 82px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" height="221" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qQxGPnxwjxc/SGxHMe8ZzBI/AAAAAAAAAMM/RHKo_PMp1lc/s320/blog.jpg" width="91" border="0" /></a> <div><a href="http://severaemancipacion.blogspot.com/2007/11/eyaculaciones.html"><strong>EYACULACIONES</strong></a> </div><br /><div>HOY ERES UNA LÍNEA QUE AMANECE NUBLADA</div><br /><div></div><div></div><div>PRONTO TE ACURRUCAS EN MIS CICATRICES</div><br /><div></div><div>YA BEBES DE MI SANGRE </div><br /><div></div><div>Y COMBATES AL SILENCIO</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>¡TÚ Y YO NOS ODIAMOS TANTO, MALDITA POESÍA!</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7526530663344944567-391204943334993950?l=severaemancipacion.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Carlos Reyes Velásquezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03171023713983287299noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7526530663344944567.post-15451017757171177792008-06-23T14:17:00.000-07:002009-11-26T19:43:00.697-08:00NO ESPERO RESPUESTAS<br /><br />SÓLO GRITOS ATORMENTADOS POR LA IRA<br /><br />CUANDO EL HUMO REZA SU ÚLTIMA PLEGARIA<br />Y YA NO SABES MATAR A DIOS<br /><br />TE ESPERO DESPIERTO<br />TENGO VENENO Y MALDICIONES<br /><br /><br />CALLA AL MUNDO Y ME ENCONTRARÁS<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7526530663344944567-1545101775717117779?l=severaemancipacion.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Carlos Reyes Velásquezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03171023713983287299noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7526530663344944567.post-79125756922457143402008-06-23T14:09:00.000-07:002008-07-02T22:06:44.309-07:00<a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qQxGPnxwjxc/SGARQ_49vAI/AAAAAAAAAME/Shv4F2LvoGE/s1600-h/blog+severa.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215187352220974082" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 103px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 193px" height="139" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qQxGPnxwjxc/SGARQ_49vAI/AAAAAAAAAME/Shv4F2LvoGE/s320/blog+severa.jpg" width="113" border="0" /></a> <a href="http://severaemancipacion.blogspot.com/2007/12/des-mar-que.html">DES - MAR - QUE</a><br /><br />HABLÉ CON EL MAR...<br />ANOCHE...<br /><br />CUANDO COMIÓ DE MIS MANOS<br />Y NOS EMBORRACHAMOS SOBRE TU SUCIA LÁPIDA<br /><br />LUEGO VOMITÉ<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7526530663344944567-7912575692245714340?l=severaemancipacion.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Carlos Reyes Velásquezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03171023713983287299noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7526530663344944567.post-61867507519289497482008-06-18T10:13:00.000-07:002009-11-26T19:42:08.671-08:00<strong>VINO...<br />ESQUIZOFRENIA...<br />CLASISMO...<br /><br />EN ATAQUE ZOMBIE<br /><br />VIEJAS SIN SEMEN<br /><br />INVOCAN PAUPÉRRIMAS<br /><br />EL SILENCIO DEL GAS</strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7526530663344944567-6186750751928949748?l=severaemancipacion.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Carlos Reyes Velásquezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03171023713983287299noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7526530663344944567.post-48435269971566034752008-06-17T16:53:00.000-07:002009-11-26T19:41:25.563-08:00<a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qQxGPnxwjxc/SFhO8L9YqCI/AAAAAAAAAL8/E-7FuUgIa8E/s1600-h/grito+mutado+bloh.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213003364590725154" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 101px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 196px" height="172" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qQxGPnxwjxc/SFhO8L9YqCI/AAAAAAAAAL8/E-7FuUgIa8E/s320/grito+mutado+bloh.jpg" width="130" border="0" /></a> <div><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Eclipse</span></strong> </div><br /><div></div><br /><div>He fingido muchos poemas<br /><br />¡Los poemas cínicos son los más sensuales!<br /><br /><br />Mi vida es una farsa </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7526530663344944567-4843526997156603475?l=severaemancipacion.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Carlos Reyes Velásquezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03171023713983287299noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7526530663344944567.post-18046330257178048932008-06-15T14:17:00.000-07:002008-06-15T14:18:32.691-07:00<strong>HOY PARIÓ UN POEMA DECAPITADO<br /><br />EL CIELO NOS DECORA CON SU SANGRE MUERTA<br />Y YO PERDÍ MI SOMBRA<br /><br />¡ERES UNA VÍCTIMA SIN POSIBILIDAD DE RUINA!<br />MIRASTE DESDE TU PROPIO TIEMPO Y TU BONDAD TE ANIQUILÓ<br /><br />MI ODIO ES ENTREGARTE DEMASIADA IMPORTANCIA...<br /><br />TU SEPULTURA... SERÁ MI INDIFERENCIA... </strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7526530663344944567-1804633025717804893?l=severaemancipacion.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Carlos Reyes Velásquezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03171023713983287299noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7526530663344944567.post-86473484657555392762008-06-15T13:20:00.000-07:002008-06-15T14:16:01.425-07:00<a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qQxGPnxwjxc/SFWF4uHTIkI/AAAAAAAAALs/VguIRqCyWb8/s1600-h/miro.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212219353249030722" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 107px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 169px" height="143" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qQxGPnxwjxc/SFWF4uHTIkI/AAAAAAAAALs/VguIRqCyWb8/s320/miro.jpg" width="107" border="0" /></a> <div><strong>PÚTRIDO </strong></div><br /><div>ABRO LAS MANOS<br /><br /><br />Y VEO A LA PUTA...<br /><br />EXCOMULGANDO A DIOS... </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7526530663344944567-8647348465755539276?l=severaemancipacion.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Carlos Reyes Velásquezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03171023713983287299noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7526530663344944567.post-10006520863712127862008-06-11T22:32:00.000-07:002008-06-11T22:40:01.454-07:00<strong>AFUERA EL MUNDO SE ANIQUILA SIN MI COMPASIÓN<br /><br />CORRO EL VELO ENSANGRENTADO<br />Y ME MASTURBO HASTA VOLAR<br /><br />ANOCHE ME SAQUÉ LOS OJOS... </strong><br /><strong><br /><br />Y LAS PAREDES VIEJAS<br />GUARDARON MI SILENCIO FRENTE A LA MUERTE</strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7526530663344944567-1000652086371212786?l=severaemancipacion.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Carlos Reyes Velásquezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03171023713983287299noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7526530663344944567.post-73942527209463893322008-06-11T22:10:00.000-07:002008-06-11T22:29:50.263-07:00EYACULACIONES <a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qQxGPnxwjxc/SFCwLRDx0OI/AAAAAAAAALc/Z1roHSvymSQ/s1600-h/images%5B9%5D.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210858476471963874" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 84px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 157px" height="127" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qQxGPnxwjxc/SFCwLRDx0OI/AAAAAAAAALc/Z1roHSvymSQ/s320/images%5B9%5D.jpg" width="150" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />HOY ERES UNA LÍNEA QUE AMANECE NUBLADA<br />PRONTO TE ACURRUCAS EN MIS CICATRICES<br />YA BEBES DE MI SANGRE Y COMBATES AL SILENCIO<br /><br />¡TÚ Y YO NOS ODIAMOS TANTO MALDITA POESÍA!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7526530663344944567-7394252720946389332?l=severaemancipacion.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Carlos Reyes Velásquezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03171023713983287299noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7526530663344944567.post-59357192880148588472008-06-11T11:11:00.000-07:002009-11-26T19:40:34.408-08:00<strong>RECOJO MENTIRAS AL ATARDECER<br /><br />AL INTERIOR DE CADA HOLOCAUSTO APAGADO,<br />NADA SIRVE<br /><br />EL DIAPASÓN Y LA INGENIERÍA COMPLACEN<br />MIENTRAS EL PLÁSTICO Y LA CARICIA DANZAN<br />AÚN CLANDESTINAS<br />EN GOZO SONROJADAS<br /><br />UNA NOCHE SIN VENTANA TRISTE PINTA DE NEGRO<br /><br />Y YO<br /><br />MUERO DE INFELICIDAD</strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7526530663344944567-5935719288014858847?l=severaemancipacion.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Carlos Reyes Velásquezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03171023713983287299noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7526530663344944567.post-5772705150827819552008-06-11T11:08:00.000-07:002009-11-26T19:39:41.421-08:00<a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qQxGPnxwjxc/SFAUw2i79ZI/AAAAAAAAALU/slNBXGtVf6s/s1600-h/mano+blñog.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210687598375990674" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 102px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 152px" height="143" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qQxGPnxwjxc/SFAUw2i79ZI/AAAAAAAAALU/slNBXGtVf6s/s320/mano+bl%C3%B1og.jpg" width="93" border="0" /></a> <strong>HUELES A MUJER DE POETA </strong><br /><br />¡COMO CHANTAJE!<br />¡COMO TRAICIÓN!<br />¡COMO UN POEMA DESNUDO!<br /><br />Y ME INSPIRO COMO LAS MANOS IMPERECEDERAS DE TU OLOR EN MI SILENCIO...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7526530663344944567-577270515082781955?l=severaemancipacion.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Carlos Reyes Velásquezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03171023713983287299noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7526530663344944567.post-28576637021102005372008-06-09T15:06:00.001-07:002008-06-09T15:06:41.984-07:00NO ESPERO RESPUESTAS...<br /><br />SÓLO GRITOS ATORMENTADOS POR LA IRA...<br /><br />CUANDO EL HUMO REZA SU ÚLTIMA PLEGARIA<br />Y YA NO SABES MATAR A DIOS<br /><br />TE ESPERO DESPIERTO...<br />TENGO VENENO Y MALDICIONES:<br /><br /><br />CALLA AL MUNDO Y ME ENCONTRARÁS<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7526530663344944567-2857663702110200537?l=severaemancipacion.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Carlos Reyes Velásquezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03171023713983287299noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7526530663344944567.post-60282475381330552962008-06-09T14:57:00.000-07:002008-06-09T15:04:35.745-07:00<a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qQxGPnxwjxc/SE2oNU9w9JI/AAAAAAAAALM/dKEaxtWabQ8/s1600-h/blog+severa.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210005290857067666" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 109px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 165px" height="129" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qQxGPnxwjxc/SE2oNU9w9JI/AAAAAAAAALM/dKEaxtWabQ8/s320/blog+severa.jpg" width="109" border="0" /></a> <div><strong>MI POLÍTICA DEL MUNDO</strong> </div><br /><div align="justify">EN TUS MANOS HABITA UN PUEBLO ENSANGRENTADO<br />QUIERO ESTRECHARLO FUERTE Y MATARLOS A TODOS<br />LUEGO TE EXTRANGULARÉ CON CALMA Y ME VERÁS REÍR </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7526530663344944567-6028247538133055296?l=severaemancipacion.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Carlos Reyes Velásquezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03171023713983287299noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7526530663344944567.post-13267510637158682902008-06-06T10:47:00.000-07:002008-06-06T10:49:09.247-07:00<strong>HABLÉ CON EL MAR...</strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><strong>ANOCHE...</strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><strong>CUANDO COMIÓ DE MIS MANOS</strong><br /><strong>Y NOS EMBORRACHAMOS SOBRE TU SUCIA LÁPIDA</strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><strong>LUEGO VOMITÉ</strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7526530663344944567-1326751063715868290?l=severaemancipacion.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Carlos Reyes Velásquezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03171023713983287299noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7526530663344944567.post-57144685979704783482008-06-06T10:19:00.000-07:002008-06-06T10:37:16.865-07:00<a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qQxGPnxwjxc/SEl1Vk3nLoI/AAAAAAAAAK8/qAob6C_o69w/s1600-h/baudelaire.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208823457565322882" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 95px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 130px" height="135" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qQxGPnxwjxc/SEl1Vk3nLoI/AAAAAAAAAK8/qAob6C_o69w/s320/baudelaire.jpg" width="102" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="justify"><strong>"Mas los felices ebrios tienen un vencedor, </strong><a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qQxGPnxwjxc/SElzqc78VVI/AAAAAAAAAK0/OWF9boaEX1A/s1600-h/baudelaire.jpg"><strong></strong></a><strong></strong><br /><strong>y el Odio está abocado a una trágica suerte:</strong><br /><strong>no poder desplomarse jamás bajo una mesa"</strong>.<br /><br />Charles Baudelaire, Las Flores Del Mal</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7526530663344944567-5714468597970478348?l=severaemancipacion.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Carlos Reyes Velásquezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03171023713983287299noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7526530663344944567.post-54714815609330896022008-06-04T15:59:00.000-07:002008-06-04T16:01:03.243-07:00<strong>ESTA NOCHE CAMINO SOLO<br /><br />LOS REBELDES SE COBIJARON EN LAS FALDAS DE LA CRISTIANDAD<br /><br />DUERMEN QUIETOS ALEJADOS DEL MUNDO<br /><br />Y NO ME ACOMPAÑAN A PRENDERLE FUEGO A LA CRUZ</strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7526530663344944567-5471481560933089602?l=severaemancipacion.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Carlos Reyes Velásquezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03171023713983287299noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7526530663344944567.post-15319089166135557442008-06-04T15:28:00.000-07:002008-06-04T15:32:29.660-07:00<div align="center"><a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qQxGPnxwjxc/SEcXOimsgRI/AAAAAAAAAKs/-qPhOI9LXDg/s1600-h/images.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208157032651981074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 113px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 154px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="138" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qQxGPnxwjxc/SEcXOimsgRI/AAAAAAAAAKs/-qPhOI9LXDg/s320/images.jpg" width="113" border="0" /></a>Callo y huelo el tiempo… intempestivo y claro...</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7526530663344944567-1531908916613555744?l=severaemancipacion.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Carlos Reyes Velásquezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03171023713983287299noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7526530663344944567.post-18712037210243978832008-05-29T10:23:00.000-07:002008-05-29T10:30:24.731-07:00HE FINGIDO MUCHOS POEMAS<br /><br /><br />¡LOS POEMAS CÍNICOS SON LOS MÁS SENSUALES..!<br /><br /><br /><br />MI VIDA ES UNA FARSA...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7526530663344944567-1871203721024397883?l=severaemancipacion.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Carlos Reyes Velásquezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03171023713983287299noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7526530663344944567.post-70085184523573279332008-05-29T10:07:00.000-07:002008-05-29T10:22:31.439-07:00<a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qQxGPnxwjxc/SD7j3swXo4I/AAAAAAAAAKk/6zlPyL9Knm4/s1600-h/claavera+roja.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205848765333218178" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 120px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 155px" height="137" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qQxGPnxwjxc/SD7j3swXo4I/AAAAAAAAAKk/6zlPyL9Knm4/s320/claavera+roja.jpg" width="83" border="0" /></a> Amigos, sobre el proceso de publicación del libro, les cuento que estoy en la parte de creación de 10 imágenes inéditas para su inclusión como acompañamiento explosivo de poemas. Los creadores son compañeros de vuelo intempestivo de Temuco, Valdivia y Sevilla.<br />Pronto más novedades...<br /><div align="justify">¡Salud e Insurgencia!</div><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:85%;"><strong></strong></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7526530663344944567-7008518452357327933?l=severaemancipacion.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Carlos Reyes Velásquezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03171023713983287299noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7526530663344944567.post-38022637314599591052008-05-27T14:30:00.000-07:002008-05-27T14:32:06.216-07:00ME ODIO A MI MISMO<br />ME ODIO A MI MISMO ANTES DEL AMANECER<br /><br />SOY UN SEPULTURERO DE POEMAS<br /><br />LOS ENTIERRO PARA CLAVARLOS EN UN HOYO ARDIENTE DE LA HISTORIA<br /><br /><br />ME ODIO A MI MISMO...<br /><br />...Y SÓLO DOY LA VIDA POR MI<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7526530663344944567-3802263731459959105?l=severaemancipacion.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Carlos Reyes Velásquezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03171023713983287299noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7526530663344944567.post-46966322291467123792008-05-27T14:23:00.000-07:002008-05-27T14:29:43.825-07:00<a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qQxGPnxwjxc/SDx8lswXo1I/AAAAAAAAAKM/0PsRioLlwVI/s1600-h/amaigen+abrstraxctra.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205172256444490578" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="147" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qQxGPnxwjxc/SDx8lswXo1I/AAAAAAAAAKM/0PsRioLlwVI/s320/amaigen+abrstraxctra.jpg" width="96" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>PÚTRIDO</strong></span><br />Abro las manos...<br /><br /><br />Y veo a la puta<br /><br />Excomulgando a Dios<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7526530663344944567-4696632229146712379?l=severaemancipacion.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Carlos Reyes Velásquezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03171023713983287299noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7526530663344944567.post-69426895613767490962008-05-24T11:46:00.000-07:002008-05-24T11:49:36.267-07:00AFUERA EL MUNDO SE ANIQUILA SIN MI COMPASIÓN<br /><br />CORRO EL VELO ENSANGRENTADO<br />Y ME MASTURBO HASTA VOLAR<br /><br /><br />ANOCHE ME SAQUÉ LOS OJOS...<br /><br />Y LAS PAREDES VIEJAS GUARDARON MI SILENCIO FRENTE A LA MUERTE<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7526530663344944567-6942689561376749096?l=severaemancipacion.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Carlos Reyes Velásquezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03171023713983287299noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7526530663344944567.post-53679695400805304792008-05-22T12:54:00.000-07:002008-05-22T13:06:54.952-07:00HOY PARIÓ UN POEMA DECAPITADO<br /><br />EL CIELO NOS DECORA CON SU SANGRE MUERTA<br />Y YO PERDÍ MI SOMBRA<br /><br />¡ERES UNA VÍCTIMA SIN POSIBILIDAD DE RUINA!<br />MIRASTE DESDE TU PROPIO TIEMPO Y TU BONDAD TE ANIQUILÓ<br /><br />MI ODIO ES ENTREGARTE DEMASIADA IMPORTANCIA...<br /><br /><br />TU SEPULTURA... SERÁ MI INDIFERENCIA...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7526530663344944567-5367969540080530479?l=severaemancipacion.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Carlos Reyes Velásquezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03171023713983287299noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7526530663344944567.post-41633408732573544082008-05-22T12:32:00.000-07:002008-05-22T13:02:08.324-07:00<div align="justify"><a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qQxGPnxwjxc/SDXQL8wXo0I/AAAAAAAAAKE/wVdB91QYLMU/s1600-h/rimbaud.jpg"><span style="font-size:130%;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203293848202617666" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 79px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 137px" height="137" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qQxGPnxwjxc/SDXQL8wXo0I/AAAAAAAAAKE/wVdB91QYLMU/s320/rimbaud.jpg" width="96" border="0" /></span></a><span style="font-size:130%;"> </span><em><strong><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;">"Sacerdotes, profesores, amos: os equivocáis entregándome a la justicia. Jamás he pertenecido a este pueblo; jamás he sido cristiano [...]; no comprendo las leyes; no tengo sentido de la moral, soy un bruto: os equivocáis..."</span></strong></em> </div><div align="justify"><br /><strong>Arthur Rimbaud, Una Temporada en El Infierno</strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7526530663344944567-4163340873257354408?l=severaemancipacion.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Carlos Reyes Velásquezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03171023713983287299noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7526530663344944567.post-11320579079015544162008-05-20T13:37:00.000-07:002008-05-20T14:59:29.940-07:00YA NO MORÍ A LOS 27 AÑOS<br />HENDRIX, JOPLIN Y KOVEIN LO LOGRARON<br /><br />LA VIGILIA DE LA MUERTE ES MUDA<br />Y DEDICO ESTAS LÍNEAS A TODOS LOS DEMONIOS DE MIS MUNDOS...<br /><br />¡GRACIAS!<br /><br />CADA DÍA ESTOY MÁS ENFERMO<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7526530663344944567-1132057907901554416?l=severaemancipacion.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Carlos Reyes Velásquezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03171023713983287299noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7526530663344944567.post-63265025804296073132008-05-20T13:31:00.000-07:002008-05-20T13:35:55.315-07:00<div align="justify"><a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qQxGPnxwjxc/SDM1bBbR37I/AAAAAAAAAJs/G1dpTKImYyM/s1600-h/VUELO.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202560732898647986" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 102px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 152px" height="146" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qQxGPnxwjxc/SDM1bBbR37I/AAAAAAAAAJs/G1dpTKImYyM/s320/VUELO.jpg" width="102" border="0" /></a> <strong><em>“La moral [...] condena por principio y supone un NO con referencia a cosas, factores o propósito de la vida, es un error con el cual no hay que tener contemplaciones, una idiosincrasia de degenerados que ha hecho un daño inmenso. Los inmoralistas, por el contrario, hemos abierto nuestro corazón a toda clase de comprensión, compenetración y aprobación. “</em></strong></div><br /><strong>Friedrich Nietzsche, Cómo se filosofa a martillazos, 143. <br /><br /></strong><strong></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7526530663344944567-6326502580429607313?l=severaemancipacion.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Carlos Reyes Velásquezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03171023713983287299noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7526530663344944567.post-77150887159140724442008-05-19T12:52:00.000-07:002008-05-19T12:56:16.974-07:00DESPRECIO LA VIDA Y ME ALEJO...<br /><br /><br />NECESITO VOLAR<br /><br />NO AMOR DE SANGUIJUELAS<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7526530663344944567-7715088715914072444?l=severaemancipacion.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Carlos Reyes Velásquezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03171023713983287299noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7526530663344944567.post-85405818924852181942008-05-19T12:40:00.001-07:002008-05-19T12:52:01.246-07:00<div align="center"><a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qQxGPnxwjxc/SDHYFhbR35I/AAAAAAAAAJc/Bwz_fey79Ew/s1600-h/imagesCAJ0T2NB.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202176633973366674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 155px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 102px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="93" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qQxGPnxwjxc/SDHYFhbR35I/AAAAAAAAAJc/Bwz_fey79Ew/s320/imagesCAJ0T2NB.jpg" width="153" border="0" /></a>Memoria y Poemas Muertos...</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7526530663344944567-8540581892485218194?l=severaemancipacion.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Carlos Reyes Velásquezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03171023713983287299noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7526530663344944567.post-51373300989005577652008-05-19T12:36:00.000-07:002008-05-19T12:40:13.659-07:00ABRO LAS MANOS <br /><br /><br />Y VEO A LA PUTA...<br /><br />EXCOMULGANDO A DIOS...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7526530663344944567-5137330098900557765?l=severaemancipacion.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Carlos Reyes Velásquezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03171023713983287299noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7526530663344944567.post-64848810517540148112008-05-17T13:27:00.001-07:002008-05-17T13:31:34.945-07:00Dos meses sin escribir es mucho para pasar por alto.<br />Sin embargo, acuso que actualizaré desde la nueva semana, pues, además de novedades literarias, malditas y afectivas, se abrieron nuevas oportunidades para la creación insurgente.<br />Abrazos y maldiciones para todos los que me preguntan por "SEVERA EMANCIPACIÓN".<br /><br />SALUD Y REVOLUCIÓN!<br /><br />Carlos Reyes Velásquez, Temuco, 17 de Mayo.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7526530663344944567-6484881051754014811?l=severaemancipacion.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Carlos Reyes Velásquezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03171023713983287299noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7526530663344944567.post-90349869040667768652008-03-04T10:53:00.000-08:002008-03-04T11:00:58.759-08:00Me cago en versos...<br /><br />Y mi vaso explota...<br />Con el solo de guitarra...<br /><br />Que aniquila...<br />Y no es culpable...<br /><br /><br />Sin devoción...<br /><br />Comprando bolsas frente al borracho de la calle...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7526530663344944567-9034986904066776865?l=severaemancipacion.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Carlos Reyes Velásquezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03171023713983287299noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7526530663344944567.post-89271987997100740062007-12-22T04:50:00.000-08:002007-12-22T04:55:27.931-08:00CADÁVER EN HORIZONTE...<br /><br /> ...MI MANOS TE RECUERDAN LLENAS...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7526530663344944567-8927198799710074006?l=severaemancipacion.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Carlos Reyes Velásquezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03171023713983287299noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7526530663344944567.post-26425403787778218812007-12-21T18:26:00.000-08:002007-12-21T18:37:28.747-08:00<div align="center"><a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qQxGPnxwjxc/R2x2FpQefFI/AAAAAAAAAJI/6Qcyv1FEYCA/s1600-h/imagesvfgbnygnj.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146618313524018258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 90px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 137px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="137" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qQxGPnxwjxc/R2x2FpQefFI/AAAAAAAAAJI/6Qcyv1FEYCA/s320/imagesvfgbnygnj.jpg" width="98" border="0" /></a><strong><span style="color:#ccccff;"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;">La búsqueda de los mundos...</span> </span></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7526530663344944567-2642540378777821881?l=severaemancipacion.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Carlos Reyes Velásquezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03171023713983287299noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7526530663344944567.post-19072748560178906242007-12-18T05:59:00.000-08:002007-12-18T06:04:05.446-08:00HABLÉ CON EL MAR...<br /><br /><br />ANOCHE...<br /><br />CUANDO COMIÓ DE MIS MANOS<br />Y NOS EMBORRACHAMOS SOBRE TU SUCIA LÁPIDA<br /><br />LUEGO VOMITÉ<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7526530663344944567-1907274856017890624?l=severaemancipacion.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Carlos Reyes Velásquezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03171023713983287299noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7526530663344944567.post-55297529534184518462007-12-17T19:14:00.000-08:002007-12-17T19:22:42.491-08:00<a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qQxGPnxwjxc/R2c8QZQefEI/AAAAAAAAAJA/xosM5_VJJr8/s1600-h/CAO6NEAO.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145147351649647682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 101px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 141px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="130" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qQxGPnxwjxc/R2c8QZQefEI/AAAAAAAAAJA/xosM5_VJJr8/s320/CAO6NEAO.jpg" width="101" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7526530663344944567-5529752953418451846?l=severaemancipacion.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Carlos Reyes Velásquezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03171023713983287299noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7526530663344944567.post-71544763047680737132007-12-07T07:09:00.001-08:002007-12-07T07:10:01.275-08:00TE ENCONTRÉ EN UNA CANCIÓN<br /><br />IBAS VESTIDA DE PÓLVORA<br /><br />LA NOCHE Y EL VINO ME ENAMORARON<br /><br />TÚ ME REGALAS SUEÑOS<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7526530663344944567-7154476304768073713?l=severaemancipacion.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Carlos Reyes Velásquezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03171023713983287299noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7526530663344944567.post-65275483827091954372007-12-06T00:19:00.000-08:002007-12-06T09:10:37.565-08:00VOMITÉ SOBRE EL AGUA PODRIDA...<br /><br />PERO NO OLVIDO...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7526530663344944567-6527548382709195437?l=severaemancipacion.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Carlos Reyes Velásquezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03171023713983287299noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7526530663344944567.post-40119846293775950042007-12-03T15:17:00.000-08:002007-12-03T15:21:49.667-08:00<a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qQxGPnxwjxc/R1SPNUoRBeI/AAAAAAAAAIw/JrvuWeCH_no/s1600-R/rfctsvhbtfuny.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139890533775246818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 164px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 99px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="93" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qQxGPnxwjxc/R1SPNUoRBeI/AAAAAAAAAIw/mLuGRP-qUkQ/s320/rfctsvhbtfuny.jpg" width="226" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7526530663344944567-4011984629377595004?l=severaemancipacion.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Carlos Reyes Velásquezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03171023713983287299noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7526530663344944567.post-50106763246098477392007-11-29T03:09:00.001-08:002007-11-29T03:13:48.542-08:00EN TUS MANOS HABITA UN PUEBLO ENSANGRENTADO...<br /><br />QUIERO ESTRECHARLO FUERTE Y MATARLOS A TODOS<br /><br /><br />LUEGO TE EXTRANGULARÉ CON CALMA Y ME VERÁS REÍR<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7526530663344944567-5010676324609847739?l=severaemancipacion.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Carlos Reyes Velásquezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03171023713983287299noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7526530663344944567.post-18034789136838760742007-11-27T17:46:00.001-08:002007-11-27T17:49:26.996-08:00TODOS ME PREGUNTAN POR MÍ<br />PERO NO ME ENCUENTRO...<br /><br />ESTOY EN ALGÚN LUGAR<br />BUSCANDO LEJANÍA...<br /><br />Y ME PIERDO...<br /><br /><br />ENCONTRÁNDOME...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7526530663344944567-1803478913683876074?l=severaemancipacion.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Carlos Reyes Velásquezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03171023713983287299noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7526530663344944567.post-14704317048798393042007-11-27T17:42:00.000-08:002007-11-27T17:46:24.991-08:00<a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qQxGPnxwjxc/R0zITeiix5I/AAAAAAAAAIo/MXRBdSB3E8M/s1600-h/puño.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137701511863912338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 92px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="124" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qQxGPnxwjxc/R0zITeiix5I/AAAAAAAAAIo/MXRBdSB3E8M/s320/pu%C3%B1o.jpg" width="92" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7526530663344944567-1470431704879839304?l=severaemancipacion.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Carlos Reyes Velásquezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03171023713983287299noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7526530663344944567.post-3417081533336065522007-11-26T14:20:00.001-08:002007-11-26T14:21:17.917-08:00IBA LA MUERTE DEL LADO DE LA CULPA, DEL MIEDO Y DE DIOS<br /><br />LOS MIRÉ CON INDIFERENCIA PERO NO EVITÉ ESCUPIR SUS ROSTROS<br /><br /><br />CREO QUE EYACULÉ...<br /><br />Y ME REÍ DE SU SILENCIO, DE SU LEJANÍA, DE SU POBREZA<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7526530663344944567-341708153333606552?l=severaemancipacion.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Carlos Reyes Velásquezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03171023713983287299noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7526530663344944567.post-10746251685766759132007-11-26T14:16:00.000-08:002007-11-26T14:19:56.765-08:00<a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qQxGPnxwjxc/R0tGYOiix4I/AAAAAAAAAIg/urrlVdqfiHs/s1600-h/Homenaje+a+DalÃ&shy;-+La+Metamorfosis+de+Narciso.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137277181979969410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 155px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 96px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="93" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qQxGPnxwjxc/R0tGYOiix4I/AAAAAAAAAIg/urrlVdqfiHs/s320/Homenaje+a+Dal%C3%AD-+La+Metamorfosis+de+Narciso.jpg" width="141" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7526530663344944567-1074625168576675913?l=severaemancipacion.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Carlos Reyes Velásquezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03171023713983287299noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7526530663344944567.post-30757188213784301582007-11-24T16:18:00.000-08:002007-11-24T16:47:35.267-08:00Mentira... caldo de tus aromas...<br /><br />Dedicación perdida...<br />Nefasta...<br /><br />Niebla...<br />Agua salada...<br /><br />No hay perdón... perdón...<br /><br />Sólo viento muerto...<br /><br />Y ya no grita...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7526530663344944567-3075718821378430158?l=severaemancipacion.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Carlos Reyes Velásquezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03171023713983287299noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7526530663344944567.post-22017138071070499742007-11-24T08:30:00.000-08:002007-11-24T08:32:47.432-08:00<div align="center">EMANCIPACIÓN PROTAGONIZADA POR LOS PROPIOS DESGRACIADOS </div><div align="center">QUE LA PADECEN </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7526530663344944567-2201713807107049974?l=severaemancipacion.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Carlos Reyes Velásquezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03171023713983287299noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7526530663344944567.post-28673123571454042012007-11-23T05:58:00.000-08:002007-11-23T06:01:10.718-08:00ESTA NOCHE CAMINO SOLO<br /><br />LOS REBELDES SE COBIJARON EN LAS FALDAS DE LA CRISTIANDAD<br /><br />DUERMEN QUIETOS ALEJADOS DEL MUNDO<br /><br />Y NO ME ACOMPAÑAN A PRENDERLE FUEGO A LA CRUZ<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7526530663344944567-2867312357145404201?l=severaemancipacion.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Carlos Reyes Velásquezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03171023713983287299noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7526530663344944567.post-27601800099029188782007-11-23T05:55:00.000-08:002007-11-23T05:58:48.386-08:00<a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qQxGPnxwjxc/R0bcf-iix3I/AAAAAAAAAIY/DPuuPx2rmVI/s1600-h/CA2FINSP.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136034866984568690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 94px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 141px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="138" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qQxGPnxwjxc/R0bcf-iix3I/AAAAAAAAAIY/DPuuPx2rmVI/s320/CA2FINSP.jpg" width="94" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7526530663344944567-2760180009902918878?l=severaemancipacion.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Carlos Reyes Velásquezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03171023713983287299noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7526530663344944567.post-48597112158289869612007-11-21T09:41:00.000-08:002007-11-21T09:42:24.249-08:00HOY PARIÓ UN POEMA DECAPITADO<br /><br /><br />EL CIELO NOS DECORA CON SU SANGRE MUERTA<br />Y YO PERDÍ MI SOMBRA<br /><br />¡ERES UNA VÍCTIMA SIN POSIBILIDAD DE RUINA!<br />MIRASTE DESDE TU PROPIO TIEMPO Y TU BONDAD TE ANIQUILÓ<br /><br />MI ODIO ES ENTREGARTE DEMASIADA IMPORTANCIA...<br /><br /><br />TU SEPULTURA... SERÁ MI INDIFERENCIA...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7526530663344944567-4859711215828986961?l=severaemancipacion.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Carlos Reyes Velásquezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03171023713983287299noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7526530663344944567.post-71658982450358458152007-11-21T09:38:00.000-08:002007-11-21T09:41:02.293-08:00<a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qQxGPnxwjxc/R0Rtkuiix2I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/_Wu4SikqCew/s1600-h/MIRÓ.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135349952844842850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 100px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 135px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="130" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qQxGPnxwjxc/R0Rtkuiix2I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/_Wu4SikqCew/s320/MIR%C3%93.jpg" width="97" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7526530663344944567-7165898245035845815?l=severaemancipacion.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Carlos Reyes Velásquezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03171023713983287299noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7526530663344944567.post-52020847090694833922007-11-16T05:38:00.000-08:002007-11-16T05:42:27.784-08:00HOY ERES UNA LÍNEA QUE AMANECE NUBLADA<br /><br />PRONTO TE ACURRUCAS EN MIS CICATRICES<br /><br />YA BEBES DE MI SANGRE Y COMBATES AL SILENCIO<br /><br /><br />¡TÚ Y YO NOS ODIAMOS TANTO, MALDITA POESÍA!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7526530663344944567-5202084709069483392?l=severaemancipacion.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Carlos Reyes Velásquezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03171023713983287299noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7526530663344944567.post-54257129302769783812007-11-16T05:35:00.000-08:002007-11-16T05:44:21.286-08:00<a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qQxGPnxwjxc/Rz2c8-iix1I/AAAAAAAAAII/FdO-6GFWHdg/s1600-h/b+khgg+yu.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133431721666201426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 76px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 128px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="111" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qQxGPnxwjxc/Rz2c8-iix1I/AAAAAAAAAII/FdO-6GFWHdg/s320/b+khgg+yu.jpg" width="74" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7526530663344944567-5425712930276978381?l=severaemancipacion.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Carlos Reyes Velásquezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03171023713983287299noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7526530663344944567.post-18526211067939709982007-11-15T04:59:00.000-08:002007-11-15T05:00:10.278-08:00AFUERA EL MUNDO SE ANIQUILA SIN MI COMPASIÓN<br /><br />CORRO EL VELO ENSANGRENTADO<br />Y ME MASTURBO HASTA VOLAR<br /><br /><br />ANOCHE ME SAQUÉ LOS OJOS...<br /><br />Y LAS PAREDES VIEJAS GUARDARON MI SILENCIO FRENTE A LA MUERTE<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7526530663344944567-1852621106793970998?l=severaemancipacion.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Carlos Reyes Velásquezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03171023713983287299noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7526530663344944567.post-88059870663496136972007-11-15T04:57:00.001-08:002007-11-15T05:01:42.423-08:00<a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qQxGPnxwjxc/RzxCguiix0I/AAAAAAAAAIA/M465Rr3CT0s/s1600-h/xcvgffgnuju.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133050805311686466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 143px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 89px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="92" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qQxGPnxwjxc/RzxCguiix0I/AAAAAAAAAIA/M465Rr3CT0s/s320/xcvgffgnuju.jpg" width="143" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7526530663344944567-8805987066349613697?l=severaemancipacion.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Carlos Reyes Velásquezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03171023713983287299noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7526530663344944567.post-71106009939271362262007-11-14T04:53:00.000-08:002007-11-14T04:55:01.442-08:00ABRO LAS MANOS <br /><br />Y VEO A LA PUTA...<br /><br />EXCOMULGANDO A DIOS...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7526530663344944567-7110600993927136226?l=severaemancipacion.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Carlos Reyes Velásquezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03171023713983287299noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7526530663344944567.post-15461562829989822562007-11-14T04:48:00.000-08:002007-11-14T04:53:38.032-08:00<a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qQxGPnxwjxc/RzrvrwPCWZI/AAAAAAAAAHk/cg3h0LEjSWI/s1600-h/mnñiñbunmnbv.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132678260303485330" style="DISPLAY: block; 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